Rivers Cuomo

Riv Dawg

Definitely a INTP.

Obviously introverted and usually quiet, does not do interviews (I) and was wiling to give up first Rolling Stone cover for his meditation retreat. Only really opens up feelings through music (T) (Pinkerton), updates his own myspace web site (INTP) but ironically exposes love letters, childhood photos on net.

Spent years '96-97 living as a hermit whilst studying at Harvard (INT), did not complete that degree until this year 2005 (P). A bit of a control freak with his bandmates fining his guitarist Brian Bell, $2000 for being out of tune. Went on a sex spree doing Japan tour. Discovered spirtuality and writes crappier songs as result.

he's definitely intp... i watched an interview of him from a few years back where the interviewer asked him if he wanted to talk and he just shook his head and didn't talk for the rest of the interview. The interviewer ended up talking to matt sharp the rest of the interview which was around an hour lol.

received new album as a gift, got to see some pics in the sleeve when he was.. looks about 13. The differences in opinion of his type is confusing me.

After INFj was mentioned I started to think it was plausible, but now INFp is being suggested. I think he seemed very introverted when I met him, almost not seeing the person in front of him... a lesser emphasis on Fe is likely.. Anyhow, i love him forever

he's definitely intp... i watched an interview of him from a few years back where the interviewer asked him if he wanted to talk and he just shook his head and didn't talk for the rest of the interview. The interviewer ended up talking to matt sharp the rest of the interview which was around an hour lol.

Let's all give liveandletlive a round of applause for her closest attempt yet to a real typing!

"At first I felt very strong and enjoyed the challenge of disciplining myself. When friends asked in amazement if I found it difficult to abstain under these conditions, I answered stoically, "It's difficult, but probably not as difficult as kicking heroin". Things got more difficult, however, as my body realized that it wasn't going to get any release for a long, long time. I started exhibiting the classic signs of physical frustration: I tossed and turned in bed all night. I hung on for too long when girlfriends hugged me hello or good-bye (they had to pry me off). I spent extra time in the shower, soaping and scrubbing, wistfully. I even had my very first night-time accident, waking up and rolling over onto my back, tears filling my eyes.

I didn't make it any easier on myself by occasionally cheating a little, "accidentally" stumbling onto an adult site while surfing the internet.

One time, I even made the incredibly stupid decision of going to a "pajama" party at the Playboy Mansion. I sat by the dance floor the whole night, twitching and drooling, slightly, as hundreds of nearly-naked women writhed en masse to the music. When a warm, wet, female mouth suddenly whispered in my ear, "Let me know if you see anything you like--I can make it happen," my glasses fogged over completely.

I seemed again to be experiencing more suffering than peace. I concluded that modern society was just not conducive to celibate living for a single, successful musician. Marriage, which once had seemed as undesirably permanent as a tattoo, now seemed to be the one, clear hope for my coming out of my longing. It would allow me to have a peaceful physical relationship with one person and continue my work in society without constantly having to fight or give in to the temptations all around. I promised myself to remain celibate until either my wedding day or the end of my vow, whichever came first, and set about trying to find a wife."

"At first I felt very strong and enjoyed the challenge of disciplinig myself. When friends asked in amazement if I found it difficult to abstain under these conditions, I answered stoically, "It's difficult, but probably not as difficult as kicking heroin". Things got more difficult, however, as my body realized that it wasn't going to get any release for a long, long time. I started exhibiting the classic signs of physical frustration: I tossed and turned in bed all night. I hung on for too long when girlfriends hugged me hello or good-bye (they had to pry me off). I spent extra time in the shower, soaping and scrubbing, wistfully. I even had my very first night-time accident, waking up and rolling over onto my back, tears filling my eyes.

I didn't make it any easier on myself by occasionally cheating a little, "accidentally" stumbling onto an adult site while surfing the internet.

One time, I even made the incredibly stupid decision of going to a "pajama" party at the Playboy Mansion. I sat by the dance floor the whole night, twitching and drooling, slightly, as hundreds of nearly-naked women writhed en masse to the music. When a warm, wet, female mouth suddenly whispered in my ear, "Let me know if you see anything you like--I can make it happen," my glasses fogged over completely.

I seemed again to be experiencing more suffering than peace. I concluded that modern society was just not conducive to celibate living for a single, successful musician. Marriage, which once had seemed as undesirably permanent as a tattoo, now seemed to be the one, clear hope for my coming out of my longing. It would allow me to have a peaceful physical relationship with one person and continue my work in society without constantly having to fight or give in to the temptations all around. I promised myself to remain celibate until either my wedding day or the end of my vow, whichever came first, and set about trying to find a wife."

now i think Ni person would say that in annoyance with having to come up with possible scenarios.. an Ne Ti person would be annoyed because they feel they don't have enough information (having never been married) to give an answer they feel comfortable with.

my favorite quote from the man was somegthing that was like, dont think about what the world needs, think about what makes you come alive, because that is what the world needs, more people to come alive.

I love that, you know i think i am going to go put that on my wall now.

oh really? I actually came back to say that it was more Fe polr than Ni ness in that last vid.

I think he's INTp.. I would love to talk more about him, he's fascinating, and over time and after meeting him I've felt more and more than he's INTp.

To be honest, I sometimes mistake INTp's Fe POLR with Ni as well... I just watched a few of the interviews again and noticed Rivers' somewhat biting Te, (although I cannot discern whether he' be receptive to Fi.. He's not showing many emotions in these interviews.)

I'll go with your typing here--you got to see him in person--that's usually a deal-breaker for me in terms of someone's type, i.e. it becomes much more obvious.

Still, I can't believe how much Rivers looks and sounds like my little bro! It's crazy

"How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
How stupid is it? Won't you give me a minute
Just come up to me and say hello to my heart
How stupid is it?
For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do
Or maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you"

I wish I could get my head out of the sand
'Cause I think we'd make a good team
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'Cause I can't even look in your eyes
Without shakin', and I ain't fakin'
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon. "